Saturday, March 21, 2009
Couldn't ask for a better picture of Benson!
Or, "Mom, this rock is way more interesting than you."
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Good news! I found one yesterday! It's a little shorter than what I wanted but it came with the shoe storage baskets and was reasonably priced.
Gavin loves it. The whole way home he kept asking me where I was going to put his bench. As soon as we got home he grabbed all of his shoes (even those that don't fit) and put them in the baskets.
Laynie loved it too. Until she fell and slammed her face into it. Later last evening she also fell face first into a table leg. It left a lovely bruise on her cheek. I forgot how dangerous it is to let these little ones walk on their own. I guess they have to learn.
He and Bay had a blast together. He kept telling me, "I'm almost the biggest one. I don't have to stay with the babies."
the vibrating chairs (aka foot massaging chairs)! If we had done nothing else but let the kids "ride the chairs" they still would have had a blast. My eyes aren't actually closed in that picture. I'm just laughing hysterically. It really tickles!
Friday, March 6, 2009
Last week, I taught the letter R and the theme was Rabbits. The kids wore Rabbit ears.
Ran Rabbit Races.And later ate raisins, ravioli, Ritz crackers, red apples, and rabbit food (carrots). It started out like a pretty normal morning, the kids played and had fun. Then the disasters began. Without going into the gory details, by 11 a.m. I had changed five poopy diapers (two blow-outs), cleaned up a vomit and then dealt with this...
While I was addressing one of the bodily-function-related disasters, the boys went in Gavin's room and played "garbage men." They took EVERYTHING, books, toys, clothes, shoes, train tracks, etc. and dumped it on Gavin's bed. There was nothing left in his dresser or on his shelves. It took a solid hour to clean off the bed (which I did once everyone had gone home). Gavin has done this little garbage game before, so he knew that the punishment for "treating his toys like garbage was to make them garbage." I made him help me put all his toys in big black garbage bags, and after he cried sufficiently and swore he would never do it again, help me put everything back the way it should be. Call me a mean mother if you wish...I made my point.
If that wasn't enough watch the video below. The Rabbit Ears, Races, Peter Rabbit Puppet Show, and Ravioli was for naught.
At least I had something to laugh about.
If you think this wasn't enough to make me want to shed tears(I never actually cry), the next day was nearly sufficient.
All seemed perfect in the world, the sun was shining, Gavin and Laynie were playing nicely, I was happily doing dishes. Then Gavin walked into the kitchen.
"Look at my foot mom." Gavin holds up his Sasquatch foot in a green camo croc. His pale white skin is covered in a sticky brown substance.
My mind races. We haven't been outside, he hasn't eaten any chocolate. Alarms in my head start blaring.
"Did you poop your pants Gav?"
His head bobs a happy little yes.
Blood pressure rises, hands began shaking. "Where is the poop, Gav?"
"I don't know. I think there is some in my shoe."
There was more than a little in his shoe. The crocs have met an untimely demise in our "poopy diaper" garbage can. And there was more than a little tracked all over the toy room. Which brings me to the down-side of speckled carpet. I had to quarantine the area while I crawled around sniffing. The joys of motherhood. Thankfully, the other five days of the week were really good...no major disasters to mention.
Monday, March 2, 2009
And then make more disasters.
Then take baths right before bed (so we don't have anymore disasters).